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#1 New York Times best-seller with more than 11 million copies sold and Amazon’s #17 best-selling book of all time. Heaven Is for Real was the best-selling non-fiction book of 2011 as reported by Nielsen’s Bookscan, and it was made in to a major motion picture by Sony in 2014.
“Do you remember the hospital, Colton?” Sonja said. “Yes, mommy, I remember,” he said. “That’s where the angels sang to me.”
When Colton Burpo made it through an emergency appendectomy, his family was overjoyed at his miraculous survival. What they weren’t expecting, though, was the story that emerged in the months that followed—a story as beautiful as it was extraordinary, detailing their little boy’s trip to heaven and back.
Colton, not yet four years old, told his parents he left his body during the surgery–and authenticated that claim by describing exactly what his parents were doing in another part of the hospital while he was being operated on. He talked of visiting heaven and relayed stories told to him by people he met there whom he had never met in life, sharing events that happened even before he was born. He also astonished his parents with descriptions and obscure details about heaven that matched the Bible exactly, though he had not yet learned to read.
With disarming innocence and the plainspoken boldness of a child, Colton tells of meeting long-departed family members. He describes Jesus, the angels, how “really, really big” God is, and how much God loves us. Retold by his father, but using Colton’s uniquely simple words, Heaven Is for Real offers a glimpse of the world that awaits us, where as Colton says, “Nobody is old and nobody wears glasses.”
Heaven Is for Real will forever change the way you think of eternity, offering the chance to see, and believe, like a child.
Continue the Burpos story in Heaven Changes Everything: The Rest of Our Story. Heaven Is for Real also is available in Spanish, El cielo es real.
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About the Author
Todd Burpo is pastor of Crossroads Wesleyan and a volunteer fireman. He and his wife, Sonja, have four children: Colton is an active teenager; he has an older sister, Cassie; a younger brother, Colby; and a very special sister he met in heaven. Sonja Burpo is a busy mom and pastor's wife. A certified elementary teacher, Sonja is passionate about children's ministry and helping women work through the difficulty of miscarriage.
Lynn Vincent is the New York Times best-selling writer ofHeaven Is for Real and Same Kind of Different As Me. The author or coauthor of ten books, Lynn has sold 12 million copies since 2006. She worked for eleven years as a writer and editor at the national news biweekly WORLD magazine and is a U.S. Navy veteran.
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Heaven is for RealA Little Boy's Astounding Story of His Trip to Heaven and Back
By Todd Burpo Lynn Vincent
Thomas NelsonCopyright © 2011 HIFR Ministries, Inc.
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Chapter OneTHE CRAWL-A-SEE-UM
The family trip when our nightmare began was supposed to be a celebration. In early March 2003, I was scheduled to travel to Greeley, Colorado, for a district board meeting of the Wesleyan church. Beginning the August before, our family had traveled a rocky road: seven months of back-to-back injury and illness that included a shattered leg, two surgeries, and a cancer scare, all of which combined to drain our bank account to the point where I could almost hear sucking sounds when the statements came in the mail. My small pastor's salary hadn't been affected, but our financial mainstay was the overhead garage door business we owned. Our medical trials had taken a heavy toll.
By February, though, we seemed to be on the other side of all that. Since I had to travel anyway, we decided to turn the board-meeting trip into a kind of marker in our family life—a time to have a little fun, revive our minds and spirits, and start moving forward again with fresh hope.
Sonja had heard of a neat place for kids to visit just outside Denver called the Butterfly Pavilion. Billed as an "invertebrate zoo," the Butterfly Pavilion opened in 1995 as an educational project that would teach people about the wonders of insects as well as marine critters, the kinds that live in tide pools. These days, kids are greeted outside the zoo by a towering and colorful metal sculpture of a praying mantis. But back in 2003, the giant insect hadn't taken up his post yet, so the low brick building about fifteen minutes from downtown Denver didn't shout "Kid appeal!" on the outside. But inside, a world of wonders waited, especially for kids Colton's and Cassie's ages.
The first place we stopped was the "Crawl-A-See-Um," a room filled with terrariums housing creepy-crawly critters from beetles to roaches to spiders. One exhibit, the Tarantula Tower, drew Cassie and Colton like a magnet. This stack of terrariums was, exactly as advertised, a tower of glassed-in habitats containing the kind of furry, thick-legged spiders that either fascinate you or give you the willies.
Cassie and Colton took turns climbing a three-step folding stool in order to get a look at the residents of the Tarantula Tower's upper stories. In one terrarium, a Mexican blonde tarantula squatted in a corner, its exoskeleton covered with what the exhibit placard described as hair in a "lovely" pale color. Another habitat contained a red-and-black tarantula native to India. One of the scarier-looking residents was a "skeleton tarantula," so named because its black legs were segmented with white bands so that the spider looked a little like an Xray in reverse. We later heard that this particular skeleton tarantula was a bit of a rebel: once, she had somehow engineered a jailbreak, invaded the habitat next door, and eaten her neighbor for lunch.
As Colton hopped up on the footstool to see what the rogue tarantula looked like, he glanced back at me with a grin that warmed me. I could feel my neck muscles begin to unknot, and somewhere inside me a pressure valve released, the emotional equivalent of a long sigh. For the first time in months, I felt I could simply enjoy my family.
"Wow, look at that one!" Cassie said, pointing into one of the terrariums. A slightly gangly six-year-old, my daughter was as smart as a whip, a trait she got from her mom. Cassie was pointing to the exhibit sign, which read: "Goliath Birdeater ... females can be over eleven inches long."
The one in this tank was only about six inches long, but its body was as thick as Colton's wrist. He stared through the glass wide-eyed. I looked over and saw Sonja wrinkle her nose.
I guess one of the volunteer zookeepers saw her expression, too, because he quickly came to the birdeater's defense. "The Goliath is from South America," he said in a friendly, educational tone that said, They're not as yucky as you think. "Tarantulas from North and South America are very docile. You can even hold one right over there." He pointed to where another zookeeper was holding a smaller tarantula in his palm so that a group of kids could take a closer look.
Cassie darted across the room to see what all the fuss was about, with Sonja, Colton, and me bringing up the rear. In a corner of the room decorated to look like a bamboo hut, the keeper was displaying the undisputed star of the Crawl-A-See-Um, Rosie the Spider. A rose-haired tarantula from South America, Rosie was a furry arachnid with a plum-size body and legs six inches long, thick as pencils. But the best thing about Rosie from a kid's point of view was that if you were brave enough to hold her, even for a moment, the zookeeper would award you with a sticker.
Now, if you have little kids, you already know that there are times they'd rather have a good sticker than a handful of cash. And this sticker was special: white with a picture of a tarantula stamped in yellow, it read, "I held Rosie!"
This wasn't just any old sticker; this was a badge of courage!
Cassie bent low over the keeper's hand. Colton looked up at me, blue eyes wide. "Can I have a sticker, Daddy?"
"You have to hold Rosie to get a sticker, buddy."
At that age, Colton had this precious way of talking, part-serious, part-breathless, golly-gee wonder. He was a smart, funny little guy with a black-and-white way of looking at life. Something was either fun (LEGOs) or it wasn't (Barbies). He either liked food (steak) or hated it (green beans). There were good guys and bad guys, and his favorite toys were good-guy action figures. Superheroes were a big deal to Colton. He took his Spider-Man, Batman, and Buzz Lightyear action figures with him everywhere he went. That way, whether he was stuck in the backseat of the SUV, in a waiting room, or on the floor at the church, he could still create scenes in which the good guys saved the world. This usually involved swords, Colton's favorite weapon for banishing evil. At home, he could be the superhero. I'd often walk into the house and find Colton armed to the teeth, a toy sword tucked through each side of his belt and one in each hand: "I'm playing Zorro, Daddy! Wanna play?"
Now Colton turned his gaze to the spider in the keeper's hand, and it looked to me like he wished he had a sword right then, at least for moral support. I tried to imagine how huge the spider must look to a little guy who wasn't even four feet tall. Our son was all boy—a rough-and-tumble kid who had gotten up close and personal with plenty of ants and beetles and other crawling creatures. But none of those creepy-crawlies had been as big as his face and with hair nearly as long as his own.
Cassie straightened and smiled at Sonja. "I'll hold her, Mommy. Can I hold Rosie?"
"Okay, but you'll have to wait your turn," Sonja said.
Cassie got in line behind a couple of other kids. Colton's eyes never left Rosie as first a boy then a girl held the enormous spider and the zookeeper awarded the coveted stickers. In no time at all, Cassie's moment of truth arrived. Colton braced himself against my legs, close enough to see his sister, but trying to bolt at the same time, pushing back against my knees. Cassie held out her palm and we all watched as Rosie, an old hand with small, curious humans, lifted one furry leg at a time and scurried across the bridge from the keeper's hand into Cassie's, then back into the keeper's.
"You did it!" the keeper said as Sonja and I clapped and cheered. "Good job!" Then the zookeeper stood, peeled a white-and-yellow sticker off a big roll, and gave it to Cassie.
This, of course, made it even worse for Colton, who had not only been upstaged by his sister but was now also the only stickerless Burpo kid. He gazed longingly at Cassie's prize, then back at Rosie, and I could see him trying to wrestle down his fear. Finally, he pursed his lips, dragged his gaze away from Rosie, and looked back up at me. "I don't want to hold her."
"Okay," I said.
"But can I have a sticker?"
"Nope, the only way to get one is to hold her. Cassie did it. You can do it if you want to. Do you want to try? Just for a second?"
Colton looked back at the spider, then at his sister, and I could see wheels turning behind his eyes: Cassie did it. She didn't get bit.
Then he shook his head firmly: No. "But I still want a sticker!" he insisted. At the time, Colton was two months shy of four years old—and he was very good at standing his ground.
"The only way you can get a sticker is if you hold Rosie," Sonja said. "Are you sure you don't want to hold her?"
Colton answered by grabbing Sonja's hand and trying to tug her away from the keeper. "No. I wanna to go see the starfish."
"Are you sure?" Sonja said.
With a vigorous nod, Colton marched toward the Crawl- A-See-Um door.
Chapter TwoPASTOR JOB
In the next room, we found rows of aquariums and indoor "tide pools." We wandered around the exhibits, taking in starfish and mollusks and sea anemones that looked like underwater blossoms. Cassie and Colton oohed and aahed as they dipped their hands in man-made tide pools and touched creatures that they had never seen.
Next, we stepped into a massive atrium, bursting with jungle leaves, vines tumbling down, branches climbing toward the sky. I took in the palm trees and exotic flowers that looked as if they'd come from one of Colton's storybooks. And all around us, clouds of butterflies flitted and swirled.
As the kids explored, I let my mind drift back to the summer before, when Sonja and I played in a coed softball league, like we do every year. We usually finished in the top five, even though we played on the "old folks" team—translation: people in their thirties—battling teams made up of college kids. Now it struck me as ironic that our family's seven-month trial began with an injury that occurred in the last game of our last tournament of the 2002 season. I played center field, and Sonja played outfield rover. By then, Sonja had earned her master's degree in library science and to me was even more beautiful than when she'd first caught my eye as a freshman strolling across the quad at Bartlesville Wesleyan College.
Summer was winding down, but the dog days of the season were in full force with a penetrating heat, thirsty for rain. We had traveled from Imperial about twenty miles down the road to the village of Wauneta for a double-elimination tournament. At nearly midnight, we were battling our way up through the bracket, playing under the blue-white glow of the field lights.
I don't remember what the score was, but I remember we were at the tail end of the game and the lead was within reach. I had hit a double and was perched on second base. Our next batter came up and knocked a pitch that landed in the center-field grass. I saw my chance. As an outfielder ran to scoop up the ball, I took off for third base.
I sensed the ball winging toward the infield.
Our third-base coach motioned frantically: "Slide! Slide!"
Adrenaline pumping, I dropped to the ground and felt the red dirt swooshing underneath my left hip. The other team's third baseman stretched out his glove hand for the ball and—
The sound of my leg breaking was so loud that I imagined the ball had zinged in from the outfield and smacked it. Fire exploded in my shin and ankle. I fell to my back, contracted into a fetal position, and pulled my knee up to my belly. The pain was searing, and I remember the dirt around me transforming into a blur of legs, then concerned faces, as two of our players, both EMTs, ran to my aid.
I dimly remember Sonja rushing over to take a look. I could tell by her expression that my leg was bent in ways that didn't look natural. She stepped back to let our EMT friends get to work. A twenty-mile ride later, hospital Xrays revealed a pair of nasty breaks. The tibia, the larger bone in my lower leg, had sustained what doctors call a "spiral break," meaning that each end of the break looked like the barber-pole pattern on a drill bit. Also, my ankle had snapped completely in half. That was probably the break I had heard. I later learned that the cracking sound was so loud that people sitting in the stands at first base heard it.
That sound replayed in my head as Sonja and I watched Cassie and Colton scamper ahead of us in the Butterfly Pavilion atrium. The kids stopped on a small bridge and peered down into a koi pond, chattering and pointing. Clouds of butterflies floated around us, and I glanced at the brochure I'd bought at the front desk to see if I could tell their names. There were "blue morphos" with wings a deep aquamarine, black-and-white "paper kites" that flew slowly and gently like snippets of newsprint floating down through the air, and the "cloudless sulfur," a tropical butterfly with wings the color of fresh mango.
At this point, I was just happy to finally be able to walk without a limp. Besides the hacksaw pain of the spiral break, the most immediate effect of my accident was financial. It's pretty tough to climb up and down ladders to install garage doors while dragging a ten-pound cast and a knee that won't bend. Our bank balance took a sudden and rapid nosedive. On a blue-collar pastor's salary, what little reserve we had evaporated within weeks. Meanwhile, the amount we had coming in was chopped in half.
The pain of that went beyond money, though. I served as both a volunteer firefighter and high school wrestling coach, commitments that suffered because of my bum leg. Sundays became a challenge too. I'm one of those pastors who walks back and forth during the sermon. Not a holy-rolling, fire-and-brimstone guy by any stretch, but not a soft-spoken minister in vestments, performing liturgical readings either. I'm a storyteller, and to tell stories I need to move around some. But now I had to preach sitting down with my leg propped in a second chair, sticking out like the jib sail. Asking me to sit down while I delivered the Sunday message was like asking an Italian to talk without using his hands. But as much as I struggled with the inconvenience of my injury, I didn't know then that it would be only the first domino to fall.
One morning that October, right about the time I'd gotten used to hobbling everywhere on crutches, I awoke to a dull throbbing in my lower back. I knew instantly what the problem was: kidney stones.
The first time I had a kidney stone, it measured six millimeters and required surgery. This time after a round of tests, doctors thought the stones were small enough to pass. I don't know whether that was a good thing, though: I passed them for three days. I had once slammed my middle finger in a tailgate and cut the tip off. That was like baking cookies compared to this. Even breaking my leg into four pieces hadn't hurt as bad.
Still, I survived. By November, I'd been hobbling around on crutches for three months, and I went in for a checkup.
"The leg's healing correctly, but we still need to keep it casted," the orthopedist said. "Anything else bothering you?"
Actually, there was. I felt a little weird bringing it up, but the left side of my chest had developed a knot right beneath the surface of the nipple. I'm right-handed and had been leaning on my left crutch a lot while writing, so I thought maybe the underarm pad on that crutch had rubbed against my chest over a period of weeks, creating some kind of irritation beneath the skin, a callus of some kind.
The doctor immediately ruled that out. "Crutches don't do that," he said. "I need to call a surgeon."
The surgeon, Dr. Timothy O'Holleran, performed a needle biopsy. The results that came back a few days later shocked me: hyperplasia. Translation: the precursor to breast cancer.
Breast cancer! A man with a broken leg, kidney stones, and—come on, really?—breast cancer?
Later, when other pastors in my district got wind of it, they started calling me Pastor Job, after the man in the biblical book of the same name who was struck with a series of increasingly bizarre symptoms. For now, though, the surgeon ordered the same thing he would've if a woman's biopsy had come back with the same results: a lumpectomy.
Strong, Midwestern woman that she is, Sonja took a practical approach to the news. If surgery was what the doctor ordered, that's the path we would walk. We'd get through it, as a family.
I felt the same way. But it was also about this time that I also started feeling sorry for myself. For one thing, I was tired of loping around on crutches. Also, a lumpectomy isn't exactly the manliest surgery in the world. Finally, I'd been asking the church board for a long time to set aside money for me for an assistant. Only after this second round of kidney stones did the board vote to authorize the position.
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Table of Contents
ContentsPrologue: Angels at Arby's....................xi
1. The Crawl-A-See-Um....................1
2. Pastor Job....................7
3. Colton Toughs It Out....................14
4. Smoke Signals....................18
5. Shadow of Death....................25
6. North Platte....................28
7. "I Think This Is It"....................33
8. Raging at God....................37
9. Minutes Like Glaciers....................41
10. Prayers of a Most Unusual Kind....................47
11. Colton Burpo, Collection Agent....................52
12. Eyewitness to Heaven....................60
13. Lights and Wings....................70
14. On Heaven Time....................77
17. Two Sisters....................93
18. The Throne Room of God....................98
19. Jesus Really Loves the Children....................105
20. Dying and Living....................110
21. The First Person You'll See....................115
22. No One Is Old in Heaven....................120
23. Power from Above....................124
24. Ali's Moment....................127
25. Swords of the Angels....................131
26. The Coming War....................135
27. Someday We'll See....................140
Timeline of Events....................155
Reflecting on Heaven....................159
About the Burpos....................169
About Lynn Vincent....................171
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This is a well-written book, very easy-to-read, engaging and entertaining. I didn't want to put it down, and when I was done, I looked up the art work referenced.
It is rare that I read a book that I cannot stop reading...but this book made the list. I read this in two sittings...absolutely intrigued by the message inside. The book "Heaven is for Real" by Todd Burpo and Lynn Vincent is the account of a remarkable journey that Todd's son, Colton, took to Heaven when he was four years old. With the innocence of a child, he slowly reveals to his parents over a period of a year what it was that he saw in Heaven. Todd, a pastor, knows that what Colton is saying is true because it lines up perfectly with what the Bible says--and Todd also knows that there is no way his four-year old son could possibly know those passages of scripture! Colton also reveals things that he was never told, which astounds his parents and also authenticates his experience. I have read many books about Heaven, including one other book by a man who went to Heaven for 90 minutes (Don Piper). And each time I read about Heaven, my heart is filled with wonder and with anticipation. I can't wait to be with Jesus someday! This book filled my heart with such joy, such hope, such excitement for what is to come because of the simplicity of the message and the child-like perspective that is presented. The authors did an incredible job of portraying true and deep emotion throughout the entire book in such a way that it makes you hurt alongside the family during the trials that come, and it makes you rejoice with them when things get better! Such authentic writing only adds depth to an already incredible adventure. I highly recommend this book. Period. Everyone should read this book, Christian or not! Heaven is for real, and there's only one way to get there--by knowing and loving Jesus. I can't wait to pass this book along! Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher through the BookSneeze®.com book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own.
I was very skeptical when I requested "Heaven is for Real" from Book Sneeze. I started reading "90 Minutes in Heaven" a few years ago and never made it past the first few chapters. I've always thought that most near-death experience memoirs were embarringly cheesy and fake and didn't expect this book to be any different. I'm not ashamed to admit that I pre-judged this book incorrectly! Within the first few chapters the sincerity behind this story was clear. At no point did I feel that Colton's was coerced or encouraged by his parents. His pure faith is an inspiration and made for a very enjoyable book. I read it twice and then loaned it to my mother and a co-worker -- both of them loved it at well!
The book Heaven is for Real by Todd Burpo is a true story about a young boys startling trip to heaven and back. The story begins with the father, Todd, remembering back to the day when his oldest son, Colton, had to be admitted to the hospital for an unknown cause. Colton was around four years old at the time, and was unable to understand what was happening to him. A few months after Colton is healthy again, he starts dropping hints that he has had a spiritual experience. Todd, who is a pastor, is shocked to hear these amazing stories about how Jesus loves all his children and there will be a big battle coming up between God and the devil. The author did an amazing job at keeping the book interesting all the way to the end. The addition of pictures of the Burpo family helps readers imagine the simple midwestern family that they are, and how this could happen to anyone. The fact that it happened to a four year old is hard to believe, but the stories and people Colton knew and met make it hard to not believe. I know many almost four year olds in my family and I can’t imagine them talking about the Scriptures and the Trinity of God. Colton’s story is well known between the christian community due to the books popularity. Overall I think the book was very well written and an easy read for almost anybody. Weaknesses throughout the book are hard to find. The book is so interesting and keeps readers on the edge of their chair almost the whole time. I think the book was very well written, however it is not the only one of it’s kind. Since the 90’s, many books have come out claiming people who went to heaven and hell; and lived to write a book about it. However, I think this certain book stands out among the rest, since it happened to a child. To better improve this book, I think Todd Burpo should've written down all of Colton’s facts and stories he told; Some parts of the book Todd comes out and says he doesn’t remember the whole story. Heaven is for Real is the type of book that brings inspiration and faith to so many people. For me, it’s hard to listen to what a four year old depicts as Heaven, however I think that after reading this book my faith has been improved. I read this book within four days of getting it because it was so hard to put down. The author did such a great job at giving every detail he had. On of my favorite parts is when Todd admitted to having a little battle with God at the hospital. As christians, it’s difficult to admit that we sin and do bad things because we think God will be disappointed and won’t forgive us. However, at the end of the book, we see that God does forgive and answers our prayers. I would recommend this book to any christian, no matter if they are Catholic, Lutheran, or Protestant. Today, it seems like everyone has to have their own form of Christianity. I think some people need to realize that we are all God’s children and he loves us equally. Heaven is for Real is the perfect example of God’s love. I think this is the perfect book to read when one is losing faith because it has the ability to lift anyone’s spirits and regain strength in God.
What a wonderful and inspiring book! I can't recommend it enough. It's sure to make you think. If you're already a believer, it will strengthen your belief. If you're not a believer, you may become one after you've finished the book. I looked up the artwork, too.
this book is amazing it blew me away. definitely recommend reading
I finally got a copy of the book "Heaven is for Real" by Todd Burpo. In this book he writes of the amazing story of his son, whom recounts his visit with Jesus in Heaven. The young boy suffers from a ruptured appendix and doctors cannot figure out what happened until a few days later and by this time the infection has set in. The story is real miraculous to me in how the young boy, Colton, tells his parent every detail of what they are doing when he was really sick, even though they wasn't in the room with him. I had read a book a couple of months back "The Boy Who Came Back From Heaven" that is sort of like this book in some regards. I am really glad that I finally had a chance to read this book. Overall I give this book a 5 star rating and suggest that everyone read this book. Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher through the BookSneeze®.com book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255 : "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising."
Introduction Heaven is for Real is the true story of the four-year-old son of a small town Nebraska pastor, who during an emergency surgery slips from consciousness and enters heaven. Description and summary of main points Colton said he met his miscarried sister that no one had told him about, and his grandfather that died 30 years before Colton was born, then shared impossible-to-know details about each. He describes the horse that only Jesus could ride. Evaluation "Heaven is for Real" is an eye opening account of a four-year-olds journey to heaven and back. His family has not taught him the things he has yet to learn. In this story is a setting of one that you will never read before. The point of it all is to encourage you that heaven is a real place. Conclusion Colton dies and visits heaven for an unknown period. He returns to his body and over the months and years that follow tells his parents all about heaven. He tells about spending time with Jesus and the sister he never knew he had. Your final review This book is a pleasure to read. It really opened my mind to all the things in life that goes on. It is so amazing to think that a four-year-old experienced a great journey like this one.
Introduction: "Heaven is for Real" is a heartwarming glimpse into a little four-year-old boy's journey into heaven. Colton Burpo was four year's old when he found himself at death's door. During his emergency surgery he slips from consciousness and entered heaven. He survives and begins talking about being able to look down and see the doctor operating on him and his dad praying in the waiting room. Description and summary of main points: This true story of a four-year-old boy who's facing death with a dad that is a Nebraska pastor. During Colton's emergency surgery he slipped from consciousness and entered heaven. He survives and begins talking about his miraculous journey to heaven and back. The family didn't know what to believe but soon the evidence was clear. Colton said he met his miscarried sister, whom no one had told him about, and his great grandfather who died 30 years before Colton was born. Then, shared impossible-to-know details about each. He describes the horse that only Jesus could ride, about how "reaaally big" God and his chair are, and how the Holy Spirit "shoots down power" from heaven to help us. Evaluation: Love this book; it really helped give me a better understanding of the love of God. Conclusion: This story was told by Colton's father, but often in Colton's own words. This simple story sends out a message heaven is a real place, Jesus really loves children, and be ready, there is a coming last battle. Your final review: This book gave me a new perspective of God and how he works in his mysterious ways.
This book was a pleasure to read because it really opened my mind about God and how Heaven will be when it is time for me to go with our Lord. Some people think that the dad chaged everything around. However, when my brother was his age, he had a dream that Jesus told him to give a message to my mom. So, think book is a must read!!
This book was really good. It was a nice one to read after the death of my little sister.
How inspiring. The love that emanates from this book, (and the movie), is pure. The calm, honest and simple descriptions are so encouraging to anyone in doubt of their faith in the future beyond. It calms the mind and spirit. A must read.
Heaven is for REAL by:Todd Burpo Heaven is for real is a very spiritual book. If you are religious this book will bring you closer to it. If not this book is still a good read. Some may say that this book is a very large load of bull crap, but Colton never met nor saw a picture of his great-grandfather yet Colton saw him in his younger years in heaven and described places and people in great detail. In conclusion Heaven is for REAL is a superb book.
I definitely enjoyed this book. I left it behind in my resort room, so someone else could read it. Upon returning from my vacation, I ordered more copies for my children to read. If you know someone who has lost someone close to them, it is a comforting read.
A small boy with a bold statement. This story is told by a 4 year old boy name Colton who visits heaven while he's in surgery, dying. After waking up, he tells his story of whom he met and what heaven looked like. His parents became very interested in the way Colton would drop hints about heaven such as the way Jesus physically looked and that at the hospital is where the angels sang to him. I recommend this story for any one with a curious mind of heaven, or curiosity about what it would be like to die. Colton tells stories that relate to events that are written in the bible, which makes them more credible than ever. As a four year old, most would expect him to tell stories in such a way that we know he made it up, but Colton speaks in a matter of fact way. He describes what Jesus had said to him and how the people that he knew that had died acted or looked like in heaven. Colton’s father wrote the book, and it was written 7 years after the surgery. There was no motivation for him to write this book except to prove the existence of God. I give this book an overall rating of 4 stars out of 5 because it’s a fun story with a glimpse of what we all are wondering about, what will heaven be like. Some may question if heaven is for real, and this book is a good read for those because it’s a true story of events that relate to actual verses written in the bible which some may say it’s coincidence but really it is God.
The book is lame. It offers no proof & it's claims are highly questionable. It takes extraordinary proof to explain extraordinary events. Also the book is inflated. How many pages are used to explain a spider event? Anyone who believes this tale is a fool.
This is one of the most eye opening booksI have ever read!! You will not be able to put it down! Definitely a must read!!
HEAVEN IS FOR REAL a story of a 3 year old little boy who nearly died and had his adventure in heaven for three minutes.. after reading this book while im working, my faith in jesus christ has risen to the highest level..please read this book instead reading nonsense drama series.that awkward moment when somebody in the office saw me praying while alone on my cubicle..(A tear drop praying to almighty jesus christ for the blessings and for the thankfulness, happiness, hardships, trials to make me a better and strong person and praying for the fast recovery of my sick little marcus and good health for my family and for those who is around me..praise the lord! that awkward moment when somebody in the office saw me praying while alone on my cubicle..(A tear drop praying to almighty jesus christ for the blessings and for the thankfulness, happiness, hardships, trials to make me a better and strong person and praying for the fast recovery of my sick little marcus and good health for my family and for those who is around me..praise the lord!
Very touching, comforting and thought provoking story.
I confess I was a little skeptical when I first ordered this book because of its story - Colton’s trip to heaven - but naturally I was also curious to find out more about it. I enjoyed the book very much, it was a sweet story of a kid who got to witness a glimpse of what heaven is really like, and I think even that’s extraordinary in itself. What I really liked about the story - and I believe it's what gives it its authenticity - is the way that Colton’s parents handled the information they kept receiving from Colton about his heaven experience. I liked the way they reacted towards it, that they compared everything with Scripture. They tried not to influence Colton’s story with their questions, so they were careful about how they encouraged him to talk about heaven. Why I liked the book? Because it widened my creativity when I think about heaven and it gave me a little picture of how heaven might look like. And I think that’s important, because as Pete Wilson said once when referring to heaven “We can only desire what we can imagine”.
I do not really know the difference between the regular edition and this deluxe edition of the book, but I sure am glad to have read it. This is a heatwarming tale of how a boy who nearly died went to heaven and met God and a couple of people in his life that he had never met previously. It may have seemed a little fantastic to me at some point, but I chose to go for the messages that this book wishes to send to its reader: that is, no matter how we visualize it in our own ways, we should not forget about the existence of heaven. God really does love his little children. He blesses the most innocent ones with visions to share so adults will pay attention. The story about Akiane Kramarik and the portrait of Jesus really gave me goosebumps. How I wished to be a child again so I can share in blissful grace of actually seeing God. It's hard to ignore this book, and reading it has definitely touched my heart in more ways that I ever expected from it. Thank you Booksneeze for sharing this book with me!
... loved ... this ... book. Thank you, thank you, thank you to my old Rochester friend Tara for sending it to me. You were right Tara. It was fantastic. This book is written by a father, a pastor, who nearly lost his four-year-old son. When his son Colton got out of the hospital, he starts telling his parents about what he saw while he was in ... heaven! As Colton's father writes, “...when I was angry at God because I couldn't go to my son, hold him, and comfort him, God's son was holding my son in his lap.” Here's the thing, even if you don't believe the story, what the pages of this book present are incredibly powerful. It gives you so much to think of. It paints heaven as a real place -- which I think we often forget about. I was especially moved by two incidents in the book that I wanted to briefly share. The first is the fact that, not knowing his parents had suffered a miscarriage before he was born, Colton recounts meeting his unborn sister in heaven. When his father asks Colton if the little girl said anything, Colton replies, "Yeah, she said she just can't wait for you and Daddy to get to heaven ..." And Burpo writes that, "From that moment on, the wound from one of the most painful episodes in our lives, losing a child we had wanted very much, began to heal.” I believe that anyone who has lost a child will be blessed greatly by the words of the book -- words that remind you that your child is very much real. Very much alive. Very much with Jesus. Colton meets his grandfather, who had died decades before Colton was born. And he provides details that he could only know if his story of heaven was true. And then, there's the part about Jesus. When Colton shares that he met Jesus, his parents begin showing him pictures, over many months, of Jesus. Did he look like this Jesus? Did he look like that Jesus? Colton keeps telling them it isn't right. That the pictures they are showing him aren't quite the Jesus he saw. Until his parents show him a photo drawn by a young girl. Child prodigy, Akiane Kramarik. I am sure many of you have heard of Akiane's story. A homeschool child who didn't watch TV and had never participated in any discussions about God, starts sharing with her atheistic family about her belief in him. (You can read more on Akiane's story by clicking here.) When Colton saw Akiane's photo of Jesus, his eyes grew wide. He said the picture was perfect. That it perfectly mirrored the Jesus he met. Goosebumps. I truly believe your life will be better after reading this book. Mine definitely is. (Book sneeze provided me with a free copy of this book in exchange for my honest review.)